The Suck.

It’s simple. It’s going to suck. It’s going to be THE SUCK. Everything before will be crisp and clear in my memory cache, but the after, the meaningful, will be wiped entirely. My personal black hole left to find solace with the other two inside my mind.

Fancy that. The universe growing inside my head, the dead space and missing time getting to know one another.

Getting to know you, getting to know all about you…FUCK.

Nervous

Anxious

Fearful

Sad

Lonely.